truth is stranger than fiction

I told you about Ba (RIP Simba) a while ago.  The story of him trying to poop in my shoe resurfaced the other day which made this story at least to June and I a little funnier.

I'm all about spaying your pets.  My dogs are fixed and brother do I see the need to fix pussycats.  One of ours isn't though and she apparently escaped the confines of our house a while ago.  This morning I woke the sounds of soft mewing.  I thought it was coming from outdoors, but nope.  It's in here.

So, I have to tell you the story of Simba as I remember it being told to me.

Simba was an only child, an oddity in the world of pussycats having kittens.  A single kitten I think is quite rare.  Ba, who apparently was not little when he was born, was an only child.  I told you that Simba and my relationship was quite tenuous until he came home to live his final weeks with us.  Well, Simba was a black and white pussycat with a pink nose.

We discovered a baby kitten in our home today.  Couldn't be more than just a week old, if that, and it's an only child, a black and white kitten with a pink nose.

It made me laugh because of the whole Simba thing.  I was thinking about him last week and as much as I loved Simba in the end, Snot (RIP Not-Not) was more my pal than Simba was.  Snot and I had big fun playing blanket monster.  He was fun.  Ba was always Wendi's pussycat.  I see the humor though in the Lord blessing our family at this particular time in our lives with an mini-Simba.

Pink nose and all.


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